March 28, 2013 (26.5 weeks... based on July 1st delivery):
We spent the whole day gardening and weeding thistle on
Saturday, we didn’t even end up making it out to our planned dinner with my
friend Julia that evening. We did however use 5 items from our coop vegetable
box in the meal I made for our dinner. Sunday we woke up and headed out for our
hike along the ocean (something I have been greatly missing). Gus decided he
wanted to bring me to a place that he used to climb at when he lived along the
Russian River in Sonoma County instead of going to a place with lots of people.
So we drove to Dry Creek Sea Crag by the mouth of the Russian River.
The smell of the ocean began to fill the air as soon as we
started our drive along the river, and it grew stronger as we approached the
west. The mist seeped slowly into the redwood groves as our truck hugged the
corners of the winding road. I was happy that Gus and I had switched off
driving because I was able to take in all of the surroundings. It reminded me
of Humboldt County, but much warmer with more traffic. As we approached the
ocean, the groves of trees faded to rolling ranches with healthy cattle
snacking away at the green grasses. I long to be near the ocean all the time
and I was so excited that we committed to taking a 2 hour drive just for a
small hike. The dogs had their noses to the windows the whole time (when they
weren’t falling over from the turns). The hike down was pretty steep but
manageable, and as we neared the ocean the grass, lupine, and shrubs quickly became
boulders and rocks for us to scramble over. We spent the rest of our “hike”
exploring tide pools and getting our feet wet in the small breaks of the cold
waves. In dog terms, that meant completely submerging themselves in the chilly
pools of salty water. There were sea
lions barking from a rock a hundred yards out, sea anemones, mussels, hermit
crabs, the ocean crashing into the rocks around us and even with all of the
sounds there was a wonderful feeling of peacefulness. We had a great time and
took a different driving route through Calistoga and Lake Berryessa back to
change up the scenery.
The Monday’s doctor’s appointment was pretty standard, and I
was happy to hear Sierra’s quickly beating heart again over the speaker. All
vitals are normal and I am progressing along well. Of course, the doctor said, “Well
you are heavier now than we would like to see you.” (again) “And you might want to start watching
what you are eating.” I decided I would respond today (since I had sufficient
evidence to support my claim at this point). “So besides the first trimester
when I had a big jump one month, I have consistently been gaining about 1 pound
a week, right?” My doctor flips through the pages, “Oh, yes that does appear to
be the case.” “So what exactly do you suggest I do at this point?” “Well, it
seems like you could just keep up with the same then and you are pretty tall so
gaining 36 pounds for your pregnancy should be okay for you it’s just over the
20-30 pound weight gain range that we would like.” Ah ha. So now I know that essentially, I’m
doing just fine. He also mentioned that
based on my last ultrasound it looks like July 1st is probably when
she will be making her big debut! I was given paperwork for gestational
diabetes and CBC blood work to complete before our next appointment which is a
month away. After that appointment I will be coming in every two weeks as my
due date approaches (perfect timing since in a month my work schedule will begin
to ease up).
After work on Monday and Wednesday Gus and I did trail runs
together at Pena Adobe, a place where we used to mountain bike together on the
weekends. I feel so much better about prego life the more we do together
outdoors. It just feels more normal for me, like I haven’t given up on my “old”
self. Gus definitely has taken notice since I brought it up a few weeks ago and
has made a real effort to do things with me (even go on runs instead of his
regular mountain bike rides with his now very slow wife). It’s really important
to me and it means a lot too. I feel lucky to have such a supportive partner
through everything.
At the pool this week and in other places while I have been “out
and about” I have started to see people checking out my prego belly in a way
that suggests that the know I am prego. I especially notice the “older” generations
because they usually look at my belly and then look at me with this oddly
over-joyous smile. Either way it has been kind of nice. Otherwise, I have been
counting down to my 30th birthday on Friday, because we are flying
out tonight to visit my best friend and her fiancée, Onkar, in Las Vegas for
the weekend. Gus was putting in overtime every day last week and he really
deserves an extended weekend too!
The approaching “big” 30th birthday has been
interesting for me as I am carrying around this kicking life inside of me. I
realize how much the focus of my entire life is about to shift and how my birthday suddenly means less to me
now than it has in previous years. Not that this will ever stop me from making
it a special celebration (or as Gus jokingly calls it the week long
festivities), I am just more excited about Sierra’s up and coming day of birth,
when we finally get to meet the little one.
Speaking of birth days, my fears of “the pain” of delivery have finally
subsided and truly so have my fears of being a parent during all of those
“annoying” child ages (that I previously have associated with screaming, lawless
kids in grocery stores and airplanes). I am finally coming to an awesome point
where, “It’s all going to be okay.” Whatever unsubstantiated fear it is that
comes up money, parenting, housing, schooling, day care, being a working mom…
it will all work out and it will all be okay.
Here I am at 26 weeks pregnant and 21 pounds of pregnancy
weight gain:
Gus looking out at the coast:
The dogs and I on the way back up after our hike:
The tide pools:
Oso kept drinking the salt water:
Keta, always keeping track of what’s going on EVERYWHERE: